Watching you brush off
My gentle reminders of
The love I still haveFeels like a cold blade
Not yet piercing but gliding
Across my fair skinTelling me you see
My emotions but don't touch
Them with high valueI polish your shoes
Like you walk a greater path
Listen to your talksAs if a bible
To admire every word
And golden edgesI couldn't live up
To your ideals changed myself
Refined my moralsStill I'm standing here
In a dress that you love but
Not on my bodyYou keep me knowing
How desperate I am for your
Cruel validationsLeaving empty hands
After I've poured my efforts
Into your templeAnd you nudge away
My attempts to learn about
Your daily outingsI watch the time pass
In a room full of portraits
Pedestal paintingsYou built the world that
I helped you create in the
Backgrounds of successRecognition
Not made for those below you
Couldn't stand sharingI'm like a child
Being seen but not being
Heard enough by youMy love so naive
Thinking one day you'll listen
It won't go in oneEar out the other
Passing me by as if I'm
An inconvenienceI am tired of
This dance with you dropping me
But you pick me upOnly when you need
Your stubborn ego fed by my
Undying passionTo please and see some
Kind of acknowledgment that
I am here that IStuck by your side not
Holding mistreatment against
Your clever tactics
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PoetryA series of personal haikus filled with love, heartbreak, trauma, life lessons, and in the moment spontaneous poems. TW: Some suicide & assault. I'll mark them with ⚠︎︎ in the title. Just skip them if you're not comfortable with them.